Rin’s heart is a flutter. Haruka opens his eyes wide“Rin…!”He’s shaken, his eyes waver. As if trying to shake off that sight, Haruka closes his eyes and goes to put on his goggles. The pain in his heart doesn’t go away but Haruka thinks”Forget it for now…”and pulls down his goggles. [x]

I know that we have been MIA. A lot has happened over the last year. One of the major things is that I got engaged! Scarlet’s dad is also getting married within the next few months, so she will be gaining two stepparents this year.

In May he gave me this big empty book for us to fill with our adventures and then got down on his knee like in the round barn (which has always been one of our places… the 3 of us) I knew he had a ring, but was going to take it up with Scarlet first. We didn’t want it to be another one of those decisions that just happened to her. We wanted her to feel involved/not powerless over a choice that impacts her in a giant way. He showed her the ring and she just made a shocked face and ran inside right away without saying a word. She shut herself in the bedroom with me and said “MOM. OK DON’T TELL BOBBY I TOLD YOU BUT HE GOT YOU A RING. LIKE A WEDDING RING.” She went on to describe it in full detail and then tell bobby “Sorry. Me and my mom don’t have secrets.” He asked me later that day and afterwards we went swimming. It was just scarlet and me walking by the water and she told me that she was happy for me. That is HUGE because she is honestly so possessive when it comes to me. That’s another reason I’m keeping her name. We booked our wedding photographer like a month or two after technically dating. It was always going to be all or nothing with us. I’m happy that we really have it all now. May 12, 2015 cannot come soon enough. We always say that Scarlet knew before we did that we would end up together. She was our cupid, for sure.

We’ve had such a great year together. I know that our followers missed out on most of it, unless you follow me on IG or some other form of social media. I decided to step down from dearscarlet for awhile because it was taking more out of me than it was giving me. Recently, Scarlet has learned to read. She’s so good and it makes my heart swell with pride. She’s one of the best readers in her class. It truly brings me to tears to see her unlock that power in herself because I know it will be one of her most important life tools. Because of this change, we’ve been reading over this blog a little together. It’s been so fun to remember all of the things we’ve done or she’s said and been the last five or six years. It’s kind of changed my mind about stopping.

Do you ever think about how fucking deep the actual plot/setting of Flapjack is I mean it’s a show about an old man named K'Nuckles who is an alcoholic poverty-stricken homeless disabled man who’s helping a whale raise an orphan child who was the soul survivor in a ship wreck years ago, and that child is also extremely poverty stricken but still see’s everything that is beautiful in the world and loves everyone and won’t ever give up on anything and always believes in the good of people despite being the butt-end of literally every single joke made by the upper and middle classes and loves his family with all his heart even though he gets made fun of on the daily for having a family of freaks while they’re all living in an old run down shipping harbor community in the mid 1800s where it’s canon that most of the characters don’t even know how to read like for real if you don’t think that’s heavy as fuck I don’t wanna hear it

Are you a practical joker or a can’t keep a straight face type of girl?

‘I think I’m more of a can’t keep a straight face type of girl. Like in the movie when the amazing Rebel Wilson was doing some of her amazing improv and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from messing up a take.’

may i present to you: an au in which harry and ron actually discuss girls bc they’re lovesick dorks bye, based on a beautiful skype convo i had with my most favourite dork tonight:

‘harry’‘…………what’‘SHE IS SO PRETTY???????’‘oh god, shut up.’

‘have you ever noticed the way her hair glows just like the sun’‘dude gross’‘she’s radiant have you ever looked at her’‘bro you’re doing it again’‘she’s so hot’‘BRO. SHE’S MY SISTER’

‘hermione told me i had to focus more in class’‘………ok’‘she thinks i get distracted too easily’‘…’‘is she bloody serious???? does she realise SHE’S the one who’s distracting me in the first place???????’

*shocked silence*‘bro’‘…’‘u cool’‘SHE KISSED MY CHEEK HARRY BLOODY HELL I WILL NEVER BE COOL AGAIN ??????’‘….bro’

‘do you think she likes me back tho’‘IT COULD LITERALLY NOT BE MORE OBVIOUS WHAT THE FUCK??’‘bc i don’t think she does’‘????????????????????????????????’‘nah she doesn’t’‘SHE IS ABSOLUTELY MAD FOR Y-’‘nah’

‘HARRY SHE’S MY SISTER I’VE KNOWN HER LITERALLY MY WHOLE LIFE I CAN SAY WITH UTMOST CERTAINTY SHE FANCIES THE FUCK OUT OF YOU’‘does she tho’’…’'does she really’’Y E S’'nah’

'idk i think u should just tell h-’'BRO ARE YOU HIGH STAHP’

'ron pls this has been going on for years i can’t handle it anymore’'BRO CHILL’'no ron you don’t understand i /need/ you to tell her’’ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ’'ron my emotional state depends on it’’
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'if u don’t tell her i will’[DISTRESSED SCREECHING]

'WE ARE NO LONGER BROS’'omg chill i was joking’'I AM SO OFFENDED RIGHT NOW WHAT THE FUCK HARRY’

'no but seriously tell her’'that’s rich, coming from you’'bro’'ARE YOU A GRYFFINDOR OR NOT’'i hate you.’

'ron i’m going to give u some advice: JUST. DO IT’'harry harry harry, you never tell a girl you like her it makes you look like an idiot’'well you are an idiot so’’…’'bro? u ok bro?’'that hurt bro.’

Asu:Is a hairpin,for your Friday love confessionHanako:Ayano Senpai!Look at this!This is my brother’s favorite book!Oka:hehe I think he will certainly accept…if he says no…Osoro:I will kill himALL Rivals:！？Megami:Hooligans put down that thing! That does not help to aishi！Osoro:I have never said I want to help her, I just want to be her backingOsana:Wait！What are you crying！Kizana:She certainly cried because of feeling my love!HAHAHAHAOsoro:Shut the fuck upKizana:I will not apologize! Because I know it is happy tearsOsana:Hum！had been very ugly cry even more ugly you know!*Take out a handkerchief*Mida:It’s ok~don’t cry,let me help you make-up change back to the beautifulAmai:I think maybe you need a little sweetnessMuja:yes，I think she ’s fine nowAyano:…Thank you all

Character: Wade WilsonSummary: it’s sex y’all Requested: damn rightWarnings: smut, pretty obvious but yeah, also it’s pretty rough, but not as kinky as I intended, next time though…Words: 1853

“Shut up Wade!”

She stalked out of the jet, bag gripped between
whitened knuckles and a scowl set firmly between her brows. This is what she
got for joining a team of bloody male mutants. James wasn’t so bad, although
his brother was the biggest asshole on earth, she could even deal with Zero.
But Wade Wilson just had a way of getting under her skin. She’d quite liked him
the first few months they’d spent together, he was funny, witty, smart. That
was until he started teasing her, for no good reason. Ok…so there was a reason,
but it didn’t matter, he was still a dick.

The sexual tension between the two was undeniable,
Victor enjoyed making sharp comments about it from time to time, but that was
fine by her. Sticks and stones and all that. Until Wade caught on that is. The
man just had a serious way with words that always ended up with her either
beating the shit out of whoever or whatever was closest, or desperately
searching for a cold shower. On this occasion, it was the former.

With a rather unlady-like screech she chucked her bag
across the room, hearing the loud clank of metal on wood as it dropped. So
maybe throwing a bag full of guns and explosives wasn’t the best idea.

The room felt hotter than usual, stuffy. The air was
buzzing and bouncing off her skin in angry waves, the plain white walls leering
at her from her spot on the tiny metal cot in the corner. She sat with her head
between her knees; fists clenched and eyes squeezed shut, trying to block out
the throbbing in her head. The mission had been shit. They’d been sent in to
retrieve some weapon; the only problem was there was a whole bunch of people
who hadn’t wanted them to take it, some of those people being women and
children. She felt sick to her stomach, another wave of nausea causing her head
to roll back, a distressed groan falling from her lips. Stryker didn’t hear the
word “no”, it didn’t matter how many times she refused. So when she’d defiantly
thrown her gun at the old bastards face, he’d ordered Wade to finish the job
instead. Her and James had almost torn the guy apart, if it weren’t for the
more reasonable voice of Chris explaining they’d have nowhere else to go and
then there was the whole nuisance of being on the run from the government if
they did leave.

“Any where’s better than here,” she spat out, the
words leaving a bitter taste on her tongue.

She couldn’t believe Wade had done it, he hadn’t even
thought twice before whipping his katanas out. If she hadn’t been so horrified
it would’ve been beautiful, the blades twirling gracefully, flashing brilliant
silver under the stars.

An offbeat tune was suddenly being knocked onto her
door, before it swung wide, revealing the aforementioned mercenary, grinning,
sauntering in and plonking himself down next to her. She felt her vision fading
red, anger building up in her chest and constricting her breath. He looked
pleased with himself. Perfect chestnut hair swept to the side, tan skin clean
and glowing, red and black outfit completely in place, he looked unaffected by
the previous mission. She opened her mouth to shout at him, to scream, to do
something but quickly stopped when she noticed it.

The defeated slump to his broad shoulders, the
flatness of his gaze, how his hands wrung out his trousers. It wasn’t much, but
then again, the mercenary never did show any real emotion besides arrogance. He
felt guilty. Judging by the twitch of his mouth, extremely so. She sighed
again, lips pouting slightly and rested her chin on the top of her knees. What
did she do now? She didn’t want to berate the guy, it was their job after all,
and he was obviously beating himself up about it anyway.

“Don’t pout kitten,” he purrs in her ear, flipping the
both over and onto the bed with the grace of one that had trained in combat for
many years, “It makes daddy want to do bad things to you.”

His breath washed over her face, cool and fresh and
sweet. She was overwhelmed by his molten brown eyes boring into hers, the
thickly muscled arms that caged her in. She knew she could get out of it, but
something in her just didn’t want to. When the words had finally registered she
spluttered and viciously shook her head, raising her hands to his chest with
the intention of pushing him away. But once they’d met the hardness of his
chest, she knew she was fucked. Both figuratively and literally. God she was so
mad at him, but that certainly wasn’t stopping the pool of heat that was
building between her hips. She tried convincing herself that her face flushed
because of her anger, although they both knew the real reason.

“Fuck you Wilson.”

“Gladly,” and with that, his mouth was on hers, hard.

Lips pressed together in a fiery mess, tongues
slipping over each other and moans passing between them. His hands are in her
hair and hers are ripping at his clothes which hit the floor with a solid thunk. She pulls him down onto her, his
hard, sharp angles rubbing against the soft curves of hers. A strangled groan
slips from her lips as he thrusts shortly against her, large hands digging into
her hips, before she tugs his pants down.

“Someone’s eager,” he smirks, nipping her bottom lip
between his teeth.

“Damn right I am, get to it Wilson,” she pants out.

Then just like that, her mind went blank. There was no
way in hell she would be able to string a coherent thought together with him
moving like that. His hips dipped and swirled, pressing against her heat and
drawing embarrassingly needy whimpers from her mouth. He tasted like heaven, or maybe hell, she
couldn’t decide with the sound of his moan ringing in her ears, deep and
scratchy.

She looked like an angel, Wade knew she was far too
good for someone like him, but couldn’t find it in himself to stop, not when
she looked like that. Her hair was spread out across the pillow in shining
waves, eyes half shut and full lips parted, cheeks stained red. And god when
she moved like that, wriggling and squirming beneath him, thin hands dragging
up and down his unclothed skin drawing shivers up his spine. He felt himself
harden more and rutted deeper against her clothed cunt, before sitting back on
his heels, smirking at the whine she let out as he did so.

“Don’t worry baby girl, this is gonna feel good, I
promise,” his grin is sinful as his fingers trace up her thighs (when had she
gotten out of her clothes? She couldn’t remember).

One finger dips in, circling over the source of the
almost painful throbbing and she can’t help but throw her head back and let out
a long, needy moan.

“Look how wet you are for me gorgeous, and so sweet
too,” he groans sucks her juices off.

Somehow she ends up hovering above him, bleary eyed
and shaky limbed, his calloused hands gripping onto her thighs as he drags her
up the bed, pupils blown wide, smirk still firmly in place. (Y/n) has no time
to think of what he was doing, her breath hitched when he pressed open-mouthed
kisses to the inside of her thighs, her muscles quaking under the sensitive
skin. He chuckled and mouthed at her bare pussy, the vibrations causing a shot
of pure pleasure and the warmth of his breath causing her eyes to squeeze shut.

“Waaaaade,” his name fell from her lips, long, drawn
out and the sexiest fucking thing he’d ever heard.

He wanted her to- no, he needed her to say it again.

“Louder sweetheart, I want to hear you properly.”

She complied.

“Fuck Wade, please, I n-need you, please!” She probably
would have been embarrassed if she wasn’t so focused on the feeling he was
giving her.

She was trapped and floating in a haze of pleasure, it
burned her skin and sent red hot tongues of fire up her spine. Through her
daze, she felt cool hands curve around her breasts, tugging, caressing, rough
and gentle at the same time, that coupled with the torturous pleasure on her
heat, she was a few seconds away from finishing.

With a whimper, she was ripped from the ball of
pleasure, she was so close she felt like crying, until he scooted up the bed
and pressed her against him. His abs shifted and tightened under her skin,
biceps bunching beneath her nails and then he thrust up inside her. She felt so
full, so content, head rolling to the crook of his neck pressing burning kisses
to his skin. His hands trail up from her breasts, dancing over her collarbone
and lightly curl around her neck, forcing her to look into his eyes. With shaky
movements, she reaches up and joins his hands, causing him to squeeze tighter
and her eyes to roll back in pleasure.

“Kinky little thing aren’t you,” he grunts, moaning
out as she bounces quicker on his dick.

“Y-you’re the one that put them the- oh god, shit,”
she managed to stutter out.

(Y/n) jumps beneath his palm, skin soft and warm, so
pliable and willing under his touch that Wade almost feels guilty for the
filthy thoughts running through his head, almost. She’s shivering, moaning and
grasping at the bed sheets, at his arms, at his thighs, anywhere close enough
for her to touch. Her nails dig into his forearms and he revels in the sharp
bite of pain, tossing his head back against the pillow, hair disheveled from
her fingers and stuck to his forehead with sweat.

He thrusts up into her, hips pounding into her wet
core hard enough to press tender bruises along her pelvis. He feels his cock
harden further, twitching inside and she cries out at the heavy drag along her
walls, hitting that spot that makes her see stars. He sits up, managing to
continue to hit it while pressing his chapped lips to her shoulder, restraining
himself from biting down for a second, before her nails rake up his back and
his teeth sink in eliciting a throaty groan from his partner. He feels her
clench around him, sees the fluttering of her pulse in her neck and he knows.

She moans at his words, the mercenary sure did know
how to use his mouth. Her chest is on fire and the world is engulfed in white
as she finally lets go, feeling him spill out inside her, hot seed dripping
down her thighs.

He pulls out and they both lay down, panting, skin
stuck together and limbs tangled.

“You’re a very hard man to hate Wade Wilson.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Hey guys hope you enjoyed that! Please give me some feedback, I’m a virgin and this is only my second time writing smut so I have no idea what I’m doing and I’m just going off what I’ve read/seen so yeah… Help is welcome! Thanks for reading and send in requests pleeeeaaaase xxx

Ok so this part you can totes delete, but I just wanted to say thank you to my 1000+ followers because you all are amazing and I hadn’t even realized when I had reached my 100th follower let alone my 1000th. Wow. Thank you, for tolerating my blog and sticking with me even though it’s just crazy fandom things :)

At least, there isn’t if you’re not really odd. Most of us use English swear words, but put on a really Welsh accent while we say them. You can bet that Remus Lupin had a mouth like a sailor’s, but not in Welsh.

You know what we do have an abundant of? Terms of endearment (this will be particularly useful for any fic writers who want to write Remus as Welsh).

We don’t really have a word for boyfriend or girlfriend, so we call them our “cariad” instead, which means our “love”. If imagining Sirius referring to Remus as his cariad in an effort to impress Remus doesn’t make you grin, I don’t know what will.

We have lots of other things to call people, like “blod”, which is short for “blodyn”, which means flower. “Annwyl” means dear. “Rwy’n dy garu di” means I love you, if anyone wants to write about Sirius doing his best to speak Remus’ language and failing miserably.

We also have this very famous thing called a “cwtch”, which doesn’t fully translate into English, but means something in between a hug and a cuddle. You can bet the pair of them used to cwtch in front of the fire after the moon.

(This has nothing to do with Welsh phrases, but can we appreciate the Marauders on an important national day? On the day of a rugby match, they would definitely lead the whole school in a chorus of Bread of Heaven and perhaps some Tom Jones. On St David’s Day, they would charm a huge red dragon onto the walls of the school and tell the first years terrifying stories from Welsh mythology).

So, go crazy. Wales is awesome and not discussed often enough as far as Remus is concerned.